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Sunday, September 14, 2008

I had the strangest dream the other night, it seemed so real and vivid.I was at my great aunt's old apartment, she was lying in bed, sick of old age. Everything around her was so grey and dim, and the apartment seemed like an old ruin that was once a very luxurious place. I could feel the memories the place held, beautiful memories that became tiny particles of dust lurking in the stale air of the apartment.Suddenly I was transported to the time when the place was still fresh and new. My great aunt was young and lively again. I introduced my self to her and she did not recognize me. "I am Rasha's daughter" I said to her and she immediately knew who I was, I was surprised at how she could know me when my mom was not even born at that time.The place that was an old ruin falling apart a moment ago was now bright, radiant and full of life. It was late in the evening. The place was lit by candles. Her husband came in and he was talking to her about their children. She asked me how my mom was "She doesn’t call anymore." She said to me. And with a blink of an eye I was back in the old place, all grey and dark again. There she was in her bed, just as I had left her.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Its amazing how words can have a deep effect on a soul. Therefore,words in a poem don't just deliver meaning, they have their own identity, making the reader feel the poem instead of just reading it.Here is one of my favorite poems, when I first read it, I flew beneath the trees, felt the breeze blow in my face, and danced with the daffodils :)

Daffodilsby William Wordsworth

I wander'd lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretch'd in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but theyOutdid the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

I had been a fan of Dr. Seuss' books since I was a kid, (explains why I love poetry!) and my favorites were The Cat in The Hat, And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street, Horton Hatches The Egg, Green Eggs and Ham, and the list goes on...But I never actually liked "Oh, The Thinks You Can Think!" so I decided I could write a better version :)

Oh, The Thinks You Can Think!

You can think of beesYou can think of treesOr you can think of pink bees on candy cane trees!

You can think of anythingOr you can think of nothing

Or you can think of wearing hats on your knees!

Oh the thinks you can thinkIf only you can try!

You can think of blue ducksWearing yellow rubber boots

Did you ever think of purple kittiesWearing dresses of purple lilies?

Think! Think and wonder...What would you say to a talking cucumber?

Or what would you do If you met a giant cuckoo?

Think of candy shipsSailing in red Dr. Pepper seas

Think of funny people Racing with sea horses under the sea

You can think of green spidersYou can think of pink cowsAnd the little ant that lives in a shoe!

Think! Oh the thinks you can think!

You can think of the sky...You can think of the moon...And the furry creatures having fun on the sun!

You can wonder...How would it be likeTo ride on thunder!

You can think of jellybean birdsLiving in silver nests about the rainbow

You can try and think of flying elephants!

THINK! You can think of anything that you wish!

You can wish to think of traveling Through the skies in a ship of clouds

Or you can wish to think...Of spinning around the world in a bubble

Try to think of dancing gorillasOr try to wonder...What would a fly dream of in her sleep

You can think of living under the oceanOr sleeping on a butterfly's wing

You can think of polka-dot frogsDinning in their fancy restaurantBy their pond

Oh... the thinks you can think!THINK! Never stop thinking!And you will think of all the thinks you can think!

I've always wondered how bloggers have so much to write about. Now that I've created my blog, I have no idea what to say! Don't get me wrong, I love writing, in fact I consider myself a writer (although all I've written are a few poems and a couple of short stories :P)But eventually... it will come!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

My very first post! YAY! I have created this blog five days ago, and since then I have been searching the web for an appropriate layout. I was looking for something dark, I had a theme in mind and I was determined to find it! Well... I didn't.After three long days of searching, I settled down for a nice pink and white layout, with a header that I have created.But somehow, later on I found it to be very crowded with colors, and I decided to stick with a plain white layout, and of course with a touch of pink (everything I own has to have a hint of pink :) this color really does hypnotize me!)